Yan Gan silently pulled one side of the quilt over to cover him, and sighed helplessly: "Only now you're being more honest."
Jian Qiaoxin played with his buttons, and decided to not argue with him, but said softly: "Why are you back? The company's affairs are finished?"
It was rare for President Yan to felt slightly guilty at this moment: "Well, it's not a big deal."
The room fell into silence.
Just when Yan Gan felt that this quietness was too unusual, a flash of lightning flashed outside of the window, and the person in his arms trembled, then he felt a little wet on his chest.
Yan Gan lowered his head: "Being scared, why are you crying?"
Jian Qiaoxin pursed his lips, he could not stop the sadness filling up his heart, and the grievances he had endured for a day were now breaking out. He said, "You don't have to lie to me. You did not go to the company to handle business at all. I can smell it. You smell of alcohol."
"..."
Yan Gan wiped away his tears and coaxed the person: "What nonsense, this was from the cocktail party earlier."
"The smell of alcohol on you earlier was not this." Jian Qiaoxin cried even more fiercely: "Why do you lie to me like Qiu Jian? If you hate me and don't want to see me at your home, just say it, I won't be persistent, why are you doing this."
Not good.
Overdoing it now.
He didn't expect this little ancestor to be so sensitive
For the first time in his life, President Yan had a sense of at a loss and not knowing what the right thing to do was. Yan Gan couldn't help but wipe the boy's tears: "Uncle is wrong, it's my fault, I apologize for what I did, don't cry."
However, the effect was counterproductive. The original situation could be controlled. But after a few sentences, Jian Qiaoxin wrapped inside the quilt and didn't stay in Yan Gan's arms. He wrapped himself in grievances.
Yan Gan: "..."
Helplessly rubbing his eyebrows, Yan Gan poked the dumpling: "Xiao Xin, come out."
Jian Qiaoxin's voice was flat: "Isn't that you don't want to see me? Anyway, I'm not being liked by you. You are good to me only for your child. You don't care about me. I will be fine, and the child will be fine. Don't worry, I will never pester you."
Yan Gan simply sat up straight, and raised his eyebrows: "You heartless kid, you can say something like this?"
Jian Qiaoxin: "Am I wrong?"
"Then who was it that did not want to get involved with me at all, and even wanted to match me with Zhao Tao today in the car?" Yan Gan thought about it and got angry: "Isn't it you who doesn't want to be with me?"
Jian Qiaoxin also fought back: "Who let you and Zhao Tao be all lovey-dovey!"
"..."
There was silence in the room, deathly silence.
Yan Gan looked at the person on the bed thoughtfully, the jealousy in this sentence was too strong, even if he wanted to pretend that he did not notice it, it would be quite difficult.
Jian Qiaoxin regretted it after he said it, but he didn't know what to say to save his pride, so he just pretended to be dead.
Yan Gan was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "I have nothing to do with her, if you don't like it, then I won't let her approach me in the future."
Jian Qiaoxin had calmed down now, and the pregnant man's mood swings were always unpredictable. He hesitated and sat up for a while, because of the argument just now, his eyes were red, and a pale face was also reddened from shame and anger. The hair was messy, but it looked unexpectedly cute for the first time.
Jian Qiaoxin pursed his lips and whispered, "It's okay, I understand. I know that you are not having it easy. You don't need to pay attention to what I just said. Those are all impulsive words, even if you and Zhao Tao have something...it."
Yan Gan squinted his eyes, so as to take his time: "Go on."
Jian Qiaoxin was extremely reluctant, it was difficult to say: "It doesn't matter"
When he spoke these words, his forehead was being flicked. Although the strength was not strong, it was enough to make him feel a slight pain. Jian Qiaoxin held his head and looked at Yan Gan pitifully: "Why are you hitting me?"
Yan Gan: "Scolding you."
"..."
Jian Qiaoxin's face changed, and he didn't know where he had said the wrong thing.
Looking at his aggrieved appearance, Yan Gan felt a little better. He took a piece of tissue from the bedside table and wiped the boy's face. He also rationalized his thoughts from the bottom of his heart: "The relationship between the Yan family and the Zhao family is quite deep, to break this relationship, it's easier said than done. What's more, my few useless brothers are also eyeing Zhao's financing. It is indeed the most convenient way to establish a love relationship with Zhao Tao."
Jian Qiaoxin had been prepared for this, and he said, "I understand."
"But it's not the only way. The other method just involves a little more work." Yan Gan loosened his buttons, and the man moved his neck, his hoarse voice contained magnetism: "There is no need for you to feel awkward in this matter."
Jian Qiaoxin blushed inexplicably. He panicked, as if he was a super jealous man. He said: "I am not being awkward, I just don't like being deceived, but now that I think about it, you never tell me where you are going. But it's not necessary for you to tell me anyway, don't take the matter just now to your heart."
Yan Gan leaned back halfway, leaning lazily, smiling but not smiling: "You rascal, you're very stubborn."
"..."
Jian Qiaoxin glared at him, his bright red eyes filled with a little bit of anger, not much lethal.
Yan Gan admired the cute appearance of the little angry rabbit. He looked at the window and thought that the rain would not stop anytime soon, so he patted his side: "Come here, I'll tell you a bedtime story."
Jian Qiaoxin was stunned: "I'm not a kid."
Yan Gan smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Of course, you're just listening to it at your convenience, it's mainly for my child."
"..."
You bad guy!
The next day
It was a bright day after the rain, and after the rare torrential rain in winter, the dryness in the air had disappeared, and the weather was moist and cold. Although the sun was shining in the sky, the temperature was quite low so to speak.
The nanny car parked outside, and the two nannies had already arrived, including Jian Qiaoxin's assistant as well. Now he needed at least three people to follow him whenever he went out.
On the dining table, Yan Gan put his chopsticks down on the chopsticks holder, and said to Jian Qiaoxin in his arms: "Don't tire yourself out in the crew, and don't lose your temper. After all, others are not me, who won't get mad at you. Of course, it's not a big deal if you have to let out some steam, I will deal with the aftermath."
Jian Qiaoxin was embarrassed, his ears were red, and he came out of the man's arms and stood aside to defend himself: "I haven't lost my temper to others."
"Oh?" Yan Gan propped his chin with one hand, so he looked at him in time: "You are very courageous, steering your temper at me."
Jian Qiaoxin said grievancely: "I haven't."
Yan Gan stood up slowly and squeezed Jian Qiaoxin's slightly chubby face due to his well feeding these days: "Keep it up."
After speaking, the man went upstairs to change his clothes, leaving Jian Qiaoxin who was still a little confused.
What did Mr. Yan mean by telling him to keep it up? Keep the good habit of not losing his temper with the crew, or keep the habit of losing his temper to him? Wait, did he often make trouble with Yan Gan unreasonably?
He thought...he was not right.
The crew
The nanny car stopped outside the filming site, and Jian Qiaoxin came out wearing a long padded jacket. It was nearing the new year, and most of the workplaces were already on winter vacation. Only the crew was still busy as usual.
Jian Qiaoxin and Jian Xingchen hadn't seen each other for several days, and they were very happy seeing each other.
The lunch break was usually the chatting time.
Jian Xingchen was holding the hand warmer, eating buns in his mouth, and his chubby face was bulging: "I heard about what happened at the reception party from A Jue, you have done a good job, you should claim your man in that manner."
Jian Qiaoxin was sipping on hot water, sitting next to the green cloth wall. The steaming water made his face flushed. He said: "I didn't want to fight with her. Besides, it is quite embarrassing to cause a commotion. It's a shame for Mr. Yan."
"What's so shameful about this?" Jian Xingchen gave him a bun: "The way I see it, he must have been very happy."
Jian Qiaoxin hesitated: "Why do you say that?"
Jian Xingchen chewed on the buns while drinking his milk. He then stated the truth: "He had to deal with that woman due to his status as the head of the Yan family. But when you come, he has a reason to leave."
It makes sense...
Jian Xingchen thought for a while: "But, are you angry?"
"Why should I be angry about this?" Of course, Jian Qiaoxin knew what the other was referring to. He shook his head quickly: "This is the same as I had to work with many male actors because of filming, not to mention Xiao Zihua and I had some scenes in the past, where we both had kiss scenes and sex scenes because of filming. These are all part of the job. If you have to care about everything, you have to go to the bottom of it. It's really tiring."
"I'm not popular, and my job is already like this. Mr. Yan has such a big business. Of course, he has to deal with stuff he does not like. He has to bear the burden if he wants to wear the crown. He has his problems and I can't help him solve them, but I never want to be a stumbling block in his career."
Saying those words with courage and righteous tone, Jian Qiaoxin's apricot eyes were smiling, his tone of voice was gentle, and his delicate little face was a little serious.
Jian Xingchen listened beside him with emotion: "You and Mr. Yan are indeed a natural match."
Jian Qiaoxin's eyes dodged the topic, but his heart jumped uncontrollably because of this sentence, and he reprimanded, "You... don't talk nonsense, he and I are not in the kind of relationship that you think we are."
He turned his gaze away from the other, and happened to look to the back. The moment his eyes met with Yan Gan's figure, the man had been standing at the door for quite some time.
The man leaned lazily on the threshold of the door, wearing a dark blue suit, but the tie had been pulled and loosened, but it happened to match the smear look on his face, and his handsome face now contained a little smile, and the man was staring back at him leisurely.
Jian Qiaoxin stood up abruptly: "Mr. Yan?!"
"Yeah." Yan Gan strolled around the sofa and walked over. He stood behind Jian Qiaoxin, leaning on the sofa with one hand: "Pardon me, did I bother you two chatting?"
Jian Xingchen, who was eating steamed buns, said, "No, it just so happens that we are talking about you."
Jian Qiaoxin was embarrassed. He didn't know if Yan Gan heard what he said just now. He changed the topic: "Have you eaten yet?"
Yan Gan lowered his head: "What are you talking about me?"
"..."
How come this person always pokes on the matter no one wants to talk about!
Jian Qiaoxin was slanderous, "Let's talk about whether you have eaten yet."
Yan Gan was stunned for a moment, his deep eyes flashed a smile, he played with Jian Qiaoxin's hair: "Unexpectedly, this kid really missed this uncle."
There is no such thing at all!
Jian Qiaoxin took a sip of his water, since he had already ridden a tiger with difficulty, and he could only bite the bullet and nodded: "It's almost time to send you a message, so I just remember it."
Yan Gan said, "Hmm", "Did you throw up during the meal today?"
Jian Qiaoxin did vomit, but he didn't want Yan Gan to be so worried, and said: "Actually, it's okay. It's better than the previous day. I can eat a little bit."
Yan Gan didn't say anything. After asking some questions, he watched Jian Qiaoxin eat something. The two nannies were already used to having the boss come over, so they would prepare an extra meal every time.
After eating, there was still time for a nap. Jian Qiaoxin slept on the bed. Yan Gan, who was not far away from the partition, sat on the sofa while doing some thinking. The director came to visit at noon, so the man went out and chatted with the director for a while before leaving.
In the afternoon, Jian Xingchen said meaningfully: "If you meet a man like Mr. Yan, just marry him."
Jian Qiaoxin: "..."
They had a lot of scenes in the afternoon, and what they were going to shoot now was a scene where they face off against each other in the villa.
After the director checked the scene multiple times to make sure that everything was in place, all the departments were ready and the field secretaries began to hold up the clipboard, and the two leading actors immediately got into character.
Over the long stone pavement, Jian Qiaoxin paced up slowly. The wind blew across his clothes, and his hair was scattered. He stood on the bridge and said with a bitter voice: "You know everything?"
Jian Xingchen's sword pointed between the other's eyebrows: "What they said is true!?"
Deception and concealment are not the most painful, distrust is the source of pain.
Jian Qiaoxin didn't move. He closed his eyes, his expression was indifferent: "Since you know everything, why bother to ask me?"
Jian Xingchen's eyes were red, and he roared: "I want you to say it yourself!"
The two people on the bridge used to be the best brothers, but at this moment they had to swing their swords at each other. No one would notice that Jian Qiaoxin's hand was fisting tightly under the hem of his clothes, a vein almost popping up on his hand.
Jian Qiaoxin sighed quietly: "Why do you have to do this?"
A tear finally slipped from his eye sockets, and the pain started from the tip of Jian Xingchen's heart and fell on Jian Qiaoxin's heart. They finally had come to this point.
A voice came from the director's booth: "Cut, pass!"
On a rare occasion, two protagonists had surpassed anyone's expectation, cheers came from all corners, and all the people were ready to clean up and to change to the next venue for the next shoot.
Jian Qiaoxin also adjusted his mood and prepared to go down from the bridge. Only after his foot moved back a little, he felt the world spinning around him, and when his eyes went dark, his figure began to falter.
It happened so suddenly that the staff on the side couldn't rush over in time!
Seeing his life in danger, Jian Qiaoxin bit his lip and tongue, trying to hold on his last consciousness, and grabbed onto the railing on the side of the prop bridge; he leaned on it and breathed out, feeling very uncomfortable.
The little assistant was so scared that he felt his life was about to end: "Brother, are you okay, brother!"
Jian Qiaoxin was being led to the side to rest. His complexion was a little pale. The feeling of dizziness came and went quickly. After a while, it seemed to disappear without a trace.
The nanny next to him said: "Would you like to call your husband?"
Jian Qiaoxin was feeling much better now, he hesitated: "Let's go to the hospital for a check up later. If there is something serious, we will tell Mr. Yan then, otherwise it's not good to just make a phone call for something that is not serious."
If he was to make a phone call, Yan Gan would for sure leave the current business and come over. If there was nothing serious, Jian Qiaoxin would not want to trouble the man.
The nanny saw that his complex and energy were indeed very stable, so he no longer insisted, and said: "This is also good, but you still have to call your husband, otherwise we..."
Jian Qiaoxin nodded: "I understand."
Even if he didn't want to call, the nanny would report to Yan Gan. Instead of waiting for Yan Gan to learn this from other people and get angry for not telling him, it would be better to tell the man now.
He thought for a while and sent him a WeChat message: "Mr. Yan, I have something to tell you, but it can wait. You can reply to me when you are done."
Yan Group
The large office was brightly lit, and managers from various departments gathered to report the latest progress.
Yan Gan sat on the main seat of the conference room, looking lazily at the people not far away. Those people were reading off the powerpoint, and while talking, they would look back to check the expression of their president.
Suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated.
Yan Gan glanced at it and picked up the phone in front of everyone, and then...he started typing.
Everyone looked at their own noses, not wanting to bother their president.
At the crew, Jian Qiaoxin had put away his phone and started to read the script. He thought that Yan Gan would not reply, but the phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.
Jian Qiaoxin took it out hesitantly and saw the notification review on the lock screen:
Yan Gan: "I'm not busy, what is it?"
Jian Qiaoxin supported his chin with one hand and typed with another hand: "Report, Sir. I was feeling a little dizzy while filming today. It should be nothing serious. I will have a check up after work is over in the afternoon. Please don't worry, Sir."
A smile appeared at the corner of Yan Gan's mouth.
Everyone in the conference room was shocked, their eyes looked at each other and they all saw a message in each other's eyes: "He smiled, the president actually smiled, this is something!"
Jian Qiaoxin waited, and finally Yan Gan's reply came: "Wait."
"..."
Wait, what do you mean by wait?
He wanted to ask, but the director had already started calling people to get into position. Jian Qiaoxin could not delay anymore and did not get to ask, so he cleaned up and went out.
The scene was not so easy. The two leading actors were not in the right mood, especially Jian Qiaoxin. His mood was not right for the character and that led to them having NGs multiple times.
After the tenth NG, Jian Qiaoxin was called over by the director for a little talk.
Jian Qiaoxin wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he said: "Director Yan, I'm sorry, I'll adjust my mood right away."
"Forget it, it's useless to adjust it in your current state." Yan Hengyang held the e-cigarette in his mouth and held the phone on other hand: "Pack up and rest for today."
Jian Qiaoxin hesitated: "Going back now is a little..."
Yan Hengyang waved his hand: "It's nothing, your man just personally called to ask for a leave for you. He was the investor, I still want to give him some authorities."
Jian Qiao Xin was taken aback, after thinking about it, he was a little bit embarrassed, and finally nodded: "Okay, then I'll go back first, thank you director."
"No problem."
Yan Hengyang said after Jian Qiaoxin took a few steps: "By the way, remember to remind your man about my request. That was the deal!"
Jian Qiaoxin was surprised, he got suspicious: "What request?"
Yan Hengyang took a puff of e-cigarette but did not explain much: "You don't need to ask me, just go back and ask your man, he knows."
"..."
Okay.
Jian Qiaoxin's assistant and nannies had already packed up his things, they must have been notified in advance.
The nanny walked to his side: "Secretary Li is waiting for us. The President's meeting hasn't finished yet. He really cares about you. He should be here soon."
Jian Qiaoxin didn't have any thoughts: "It is not something so serious, so don't be too nervous."
Although he said so, other people did not feel relaxed at all, especially Secretary Li. The man's attitude towards Jian Qiaoxin was the same as if Yan Gan himself was in front of him.
As soon as Jian Qiaoxin got in the car, he received the candied hawthorn from Secretary Li. He was taken aback, with a question mark on his face.
A grown man like Secretary Li holding sweets such as candied haws and handing it to him, it made Jian Qiaoxin quite embarrassed. Secretary Li laughed: "Mr. Yan asked me to buy this. He said that this is a reward for you."
Jian Qiaoxin was unsure whether he should laugh or cry, but he didn't hesitate to carefully take it, and said softly, "Thank you."
The candied hawthorn was still hot, he licked the candy, the sweetness traveled from the tip of the tongue to the taste buds, he suddenly could imagine Yan Gan's expression when he ordered Secretary Li to buy this.
The expression must be lazy, with a little smirk on his handsome face.
Jian Qiaoxin took a bite of the candied hawthorn and chewed on it happily. He said to Secretary Li: "I think I have to prepare a gift in return."
Secretary Li, who was sitting in the front, suddenly had a bad premonition, and he tried his best to persuade: "It is good for you to have this thought. Mr. Yan will be happy to know that you like this gift."
Jian Qiaoxin shook his head: "How can it be, I've thought about it, how about...buying a bowl of hot and sour noodles?"
"..."
Secretary Li's smile was a little cracked: "This, President, he may not be used to eating vendor food."
No, he is used to eating it.
You don't think he likes it, it's because you don't know Yan Gan well.
Jian Qiaoxin curled up his lips, but his mood was miraculously good, as if it was a little secret between him and Yan Gan. He bit the candied hawthorn: "I've decided, hot and sour noodles it is."
Secretary Li wanted to say that it is you who wants to eat it, but he didn't dare.
While eating, Jian Qiaoxin remembered what Director Yan had just said. Although the man told him to ask Yan Gan, he was getting quite curious so he asked Secretary Li instead: "By the way, Secretary Li, do you know what request did Director Yan ask from Mr. Yan?"
Secretary Li hesitated.
Jian Qiaoxin was being considerate: "Forget it if it's inconvenient."
"It's nothing inconvenient." Secretary Li gave in: "It's not a secret. Director Yan likes to collect engraved seals. The private seals of ancient people in history, such as Taibai and Wang Xizhi. These famous people will have private seals. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, these private seals were all bought and collected by some famous nobles. The Yan family has a lot of private treasury, and the President will occasionally give them out as gifts."
As for why it was given to Director Yan, the answer was clear.
Hospital
No matter what time in the day, there are still people coming and going to the hospital. Every day in this world, there are births, old ages, illnesses and deaths. When there is new life, there will be old ages. No exception.
They came to this hospital, which was under Yan's property, so many procedures were eliminated.
The doctor was the same old doctor who was attending to him last time. The doctor lifted his glasses: "Ma'am, this symptom of yours is..."
Jian Qiaoxin was nervous, so nervous that he didn't even care about that strange title. He was timid: "What's wrong with me, is there any problem with the child?"
"You don't have any serious illness, I think?"
The old doctor slowly glanced at the list in his hand: "From the various examinations, Ma'am, your body is very healthy, the fetal position is also very normal, everything is normal, just occasionally you need to ease the stress for your physical and mental health."
There was a knock on the door outside, Yan Gan opened the door and walked in.
Jian Qiaoxin didn't expect him to come so quickly, but he still calmed down and looked at the doctor, with some doubts: "Stress, like work wise? It's okay, I'll be able to adjust."
The doctor gave him a meaningful look: "Physiological stress."
Jian Qiaoxin was stunned, his face flushed after the dull nerves reflected, and he wanted to dig up a hole on the ground.
The shameless old doctor seemed to be afraid that Jian Qiaoxin didn't understand what he meant. He glanced at Yan Gan: "It's best to let you be on top, so that Mr. Yan is not weighed down on you. Of course, you shouldn't be too agitated."
Jian Qiaoxin was dying in embarrassment. He glanced at Yan Gan secretly. The man next to him was so thick-skinned and shameless. Yan Gan smiled at the corners of his mouth and nodded: "Good."
! ! !
Good, your ass~!
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